Luyện nghe bài hát Clones

Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey ass co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, the fuck?
To the clones, we the domes
the vial, you know my style, large co-op
all the way son

First of all let's talk about ill capers
And fly ass frontin' bitches that now vapors
Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin'
body chalk, is how they would scrape ya
From off the pavement, I hate locked up
Cause that bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible saved shit
I guess why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You to slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept
You can't loot, when your moms is smokin' up the product
I try to tell ya, don't let these streets fuckin' ya
The way niggaz be gettin' clapped shit'll fuckin' ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we 'em
Niggaz scared, can't still, like fuckin' helium
Fake niggaz, they go platinum they go aluminum
Got em the fuck up son, that's why we losin em
I'm at this niggaz longevity
To a big play, but then it might be a mistake
Cause if I get sent to D.C., I'm Dice to DE
With three p's, so I get out, he can see me
For real, 'cause the is filled with snakes and rats
The will be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we take you back home
Allah Rule Savior, never clone

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the and erase your taste
Disgrace your date put title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called
Illadelph Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets never
cats, believe they MC but we know they all fraud
Do a show in niggaz wouldn't applaud
Nobody know record nor who you openin' for
Can tell your squad's artificial approachin' the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror pure
Step up to the reservoir, of the proprietor style
Messiah or, the higher law down Dice Raw
The matador, shorty
Stompin' you build to the floor
Similar to that of a
I told you I'm the rap
You insist to imitate, what
Superstar is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
For a fuckin' record
Comin' with veterans can't feel
I hit you a steel anvil
Because you grafted off the next man's
But I remain mellow, seein' the theatrics of Othello
Run over of the
See-L-O/N-E-S
The phoniest cats is (word)

Dice Raw the lyricist corner store terrorist
Block trooper, connoisseur of fine
never weak, blow up the spot like plastique
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won't
Never half-assed, always and direct
On bitches try to punk the panty and raw sex
Mad lights I had to black out, when niggaz act out
Or step out of place, get slapped in they face
All niggaz is fake, tryin' to emulate my style
grown man? In this game, to me you're a child
I trained wack MC's, in like ex-marines
Why the fuck you think you went home and had bad
Of horrifying things, that your ass never before?
You traveled to the of Dice Raw
Where clones get they dome with chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't
You'll come through this like a
I got you rollin' off the earth
Represent while I been this since birth
And I be the last but I definitely was the first
Dice Raw big car Logan's sol-dier

Don't come across line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win or draw to the jaw take one
lyrical launcher, or station
No is needed, my task completed
Read a up and down in the cut where I'm seated
Snatch you from your cloud of you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I attack your
Lifestyle, I banged head up with the white fowl
My character a product of this two-one-fifth style
I breeze through areas niggaz would to walk in
the talkin', that galactic style as of a falcon
Your Star ass will wrinkle
Spill these and form into a sprinkle
Cap you're brought up and the of twinkle
My insight will crack the windpipe of niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or niggaz
Just tie your next when I start to X
Givin out flex pains of death so fuck a
The insane vet, you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to lame check, the opposite of sex
I annihilate type if you violate
Makin' your blood rush, you post never a higher